Author's Note: A special thanks goes out to Jean Cooper for all of her support as well as The Scarlet Sky for inspiring to finally go through with writing horror.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon nor its characters.
"Can you hear me?"
My eyes were snapped open only to be met by nothing but darkness. The cabin where I slept was silent save for the gentle lapping of the waves against the side of the ship, but there was also an unusual chill in the air. One that I hadn't felt in a very long time... or at least not since I'd left home all those years ago.
"Can you hear me?"
"Yes," I replied. "I can hear you." The voice had been soft, almost too soft for me to hear even within the silence of the room, but it was definitely there. Because the voice was so quiet, I knew it came from a long ways off, and given the gentle tone with which it spoke, I guessed it was a woman speaking to me. "What is it?" No answer. "What do you want from me?"
"You have to go."
"Go?" I echoed, sitting upright in my bed. The blankets shifted all around me, having wrapped themselves around my waist to keep me from moving any further, but the only sound was the sheets against my body. Whoever had been talking to me had gone. I still called out to the woman one last time, though, if only so I could sleep more soundly that night. "Where am I supposed to go?" After all, I'd already left everything from my old life behind, and I had yet to find a place for me to go. Even a voice from no where was more direction than what I had. "Where do you want me to go?"
At first, there was nothing at all. No voice, no chills, nothing at all. I waited, thinking that maybe she was gathering her strength, but when the woman still didn't answer, I laid back down and stared up at the ceiling. She was still there- of that I was sure- although I had yet to even see her. However, just as I was about to fall asleep again, I felt a light, cold breath cross over my face. Soon followed by a faint whisper in my ear.
"To the islands, Mark... The islands..."